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Deserted Red Square, a single official car
outside the gate to the Kremlin, St Basil's
Cathedral pitch black, rain on the cobbles,
police out in force. Is it a still from a John Le
Carré story? Nope, the Oxford Orchestra da
Camera have taken me with them on a tour
of Eastern Europe and Russia, and have come
to Moscow to play Shostakovich and Elgar. I'd
been warned, before the orchestra's previous
concert in a vast concrete stadium on the
banks of the Volga near Samara, not to go
drinking with the brass section afterwards,
but I ended up doing exactly that at the
official reception at two o'clock in the
morning. My head was still pounding the next
day after the early flight back to Moscow and I only managed to take two pictures of the
city before the same concert that evening at the Moscow Conservatoire. If I looked a mess
(I'd spent what was left of the night before in the suit the orchestra's management had
bought me in lieu of a fee), then my director was no better. He turned up at this most
prestigious location, amongst the great and good of the Moscow music world, looking
haggard in a crumpled jacket, jeans and plimsolls. Not much of an advertisement for the
British film industry. We survived, but the film didn't - the orchestra's management later
ran out of money and the film, a promotional piece in E flat, was abandoned at the edit
stage. Having also been graciously allowed to film from among the orchestra during
rehearsals, I knew I had some beautiful material in the can but I never even saw the rushes.
Music, travel and film - my ultimate ideal job - was not to be.
Deserted Red Square, a single official car outside the gate to the Kremlin, St Basil's
Cathedral pitch black, rain on the cobbles, police out in force. Is it a still from a John Le
Carré story? Nope, the Oxford Orchestra da Camera have taken me with them on a tour
of Eastern Europe and Russia, and have come to Moscow to play Shostakovich and Elgar.
I'd been warned, before the orchestra's previous concert in a vast concrete stadium on
the banks of the Volga near Samara, not to go drinking with the brass section afterwards,
but I ended up doing exactly that at the official reception at two o'clock in the morning.
My head was still pounding the next day after the early flight back to Moscow and I only
managed to take two pictures of the city before the same concert that evening at the
Moscow Conservatoire. If I looked a mess (I'd spent what was left of the night before in
the suit the orchestra's management had bought me in lieu of a fee), then my director was
no better. He turned up at this most prestigious location, amongst the great and good of
the Moscow music world, looking haggard in a crumpled jacket, jeans and plimsolls. Not
much of an advertisement for the British film industry. We survived, but the film didn't -
the orchestra's management later ran out of money and the film, a promotional piece in E
flat, was abandoned at the edit stage. Having also been graciously allowed to film from
among the orchestra during rehearsals, I knew I had some beautiful material in the can
but I never even saw the rushes. Music, travel and film - my ultimate ideal job - was not to
be.
Deserted Red Square, a single official car outside
the gate to the Kremlin, St Basil's Cathedral pitch
black, rain on the cobbles, police out in force. Is it
a still from a John Le Carré story? Nope, the
Oxford Orchestra da Camera have taken me with
them on a tour of Eastern Europe and Russia, and
have come to Moscow to play Shostakovich and
Elgar. I'd been warned, before the orchestra's
previous concert in a vast concrete stadium on
the banks of the Volga near Samara, not to go
drinking with the brass section afterwards, but I
ended up doing exactly that at the official
reception at two o'clock in the morning. My head
was still pounding the next day after the early
flight back to Moscow and I only managed to take
two pictures of the city before the same concert that evening at the Moscow Conservatoire. If I
looked a mess (I'd spent what was left of the night before in the suit the orchestra's
management had bought me in lieu of a fee), then my director was no better. He turned up at
this most prestigious location, amongst the great and good of the Moscow music world, looking
haggard in a crumpled jacket, jeans and plimsolls. Not much of an advertisement for the British
film industry. We survived, but the film didn't - the orchestra's management later ran out of
money and the film, a promotional piece in E flat, was abandoned at the edit stage. Having also
been graciously allowed to film from among the orchestra during rehearsals, I knew I had some
beautiful material in the can but I never even saw the rushes. Music, travel and film - my
ultimate ideal job - was not to be.

Midnight in Moscow

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Deserted Red Square, a single official car outside the gate to the Kremlin, St Basil's Cathedral pitch black, rain on the cobbles, police out in force. Is it a still from a John Le Carré story? Nope, the Oxford Orchestra da Camera have taken me with them on a tour of Eastern Europe and Russia, and have come to Moscow to play Shostakovich and Elgar.  I'd been warned, before the orchestra's previous concert in a vast concrete stadium on the banks of the Volga near Samara, not to go drinking with the brass section afterwards, but I ended up doing exactly that at the official reception at two o'clock in the morning.  My head was still pounding the next day after the early flight back to Moscow and I only managed to take two pictures of the city before the same concert that evening at the Moscow Conservatoire.  If I looked a mess (I'd spent what was left of the night before in the suit the orchestra's management had bought me in lieu of a fee), then my director was no better.  He turned up at this most prestigious location, amongst the great and good of the Moscow music world, looking haggard in a crumpled jacket, jeans and plimsolls. Not much of an advertisement for the British film industry.  We survived, but the film didn't - the orchestra's management later ran out of money and the film, a promotional piece in E flat, was abandoned at the edit stage.  Having also been graciously allowed to film from among the orchestra during rehearsals, I knew I had some beautiful material in the can but I never even saw the rushes. Music, travel and film - my ultimate ideal job - was not to be.  
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